Today it is Sunday, I'm hearing Rex shout,
Last night, again restless, she let herself out.
"Jenny, you're selfish, we all need some rest,
You're trying my patience and you think I jest".
"Please stop this prowling for coffee", Rex asked,
"If you can't last all night, I'll buy you a flask".
"But I like to get up in the night", Jen did bleat.
Her intake of coffee is why she can't sleep!
Back upstairs she did trundle, she's coughing again,
"Good Morning Alison, have you got a pen?"
A journal she's writing about things here she'll do,
I said to Rex, "Bet it's all about you".
Rex then gets up, it's 7 o'clock,
He went out of the bedroom and the porch door did lock.
He looked on the balcony - no Jen did he see,
The bathroom door it was shut, he thought she'd gone for a pee.
Then off to our bathroom, it's time for my shower,
I then do my make up, I'm gone half and hour.
I finally emerge with towel on my head,
I hear lots of banging right next to my bed.
I go to the window and open the blind,
I see Jen, she is shouting - is she out of her mind!
"Let me in", she is yelling, "I'm needing the loo",
"Rex locked me out, I didn't know what to do".
Evidently she'd been banging and shouting a while,
When I related it to Rex, all he did was smile.
"I didn't know she was out there", he said,
"I thought she had probably gone back to bed".
After breakfast Rex says, "It's a beautiful day,
Let's go to the Capitol" - she coughed all the way.
It's restricted parking, so while Rex parked the car,
He dropped me and Jen by the big Texas Star.
She'd coughing and gasping, she can't get her breath,
"Hurry up Rex", she seems close to death!
On the walk up to the Capitol she went like a rocket,
"Oh Look", she says, "There's Davy Crocket".
We entered the building, "Oh it's so clean",
When Rex said, "no smoking", she said, "that's so mean".
The Entrance Hall entered, she looked round in awe,
Then she saw George Bush's portrait hung on the wall.
To the Senate Room next we all had to go,
Where there's a gigantic painting of 'The Alamo'.
"Who fought in this Battle", she then said to Rex,
"Oh, come on Jen, you've heard of Tex Mex"!
Our next priority is to find the Restroom,
If Jen doesn't pee soon our progress is doomed.
It seems that the signs to the loos have been hid,
Honest to God, it's like having a kid.
At last she's relieved and now a short hop,
Just over the way to the Souvenier Shop.
She's now filled with joy and yes it gets worse,
She's bought solar powered key rings and a cheap tacky purse.
She spent mega dollars, the Staff were polite,
I bet they were - they could go home for the night.
We'd been ther for 2 hours and Jen's will is weak,
"I need to get out now, back onto the street".
"You can't smoke out there, no smoking allowed",
"Oh, no-one will notice if I'm in with the crowd".
But no-one was out there, for people she searched,
She didn't know Sundays they all go to Church.
On the route home, Whole Foods is near,
"Do you want to go there, we could do with some beer?"
Now Whole Foods I love, it's my favorite store,
But the street where we park wasn't two way no more.
Rex said, "I'll go round the block once again",
Now, I'm in the back seat right behind Jen.
"There's a meter" I said, "Just over there".
"Over where", shouted Rex and he started to swear.
"That's it we're off, I'm not going to try",
He just revved the engine and drove straight on by.
"I was shocked", Jen said later, "I thought Rex was calm",
"He is", I said mostly, that's just part of his charm!
She's now off for her nap, that's three hours we've got,
She's upstairs sleeping and snoring a lot.
I'm cooking roast turkey with trimmings tonight,
I'm stuck in the middle - I hope they don't fight.
We've finished main course, Jen's off for a smoke,
Rex looks really angry and says, "It's no joke".
"Good manners dictate that you stay 'till the end,
And don't go off smoking, that's rude and offends".
Rex says that she's turned into the House Guest from Hell,
He can't wait 'till it's over - all that cigarette smell.
I'm stuck in the middle - what can I say,
At least we've got through another Jen Day.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
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